Black DiceCold Hands

Be extremely careful when listening to this, (hint, it's great). It seems as if Black Dice's forte is to make as much noise as possible and to leave it lingering in your head until you have to go out and medicate yourself on illegal substances. Instead of just a drunken rage, they are much more than that; try a rage on PCP. The piercing Shallow North Dakota-style feedback is quite commendable; it sounds as if they put up a microphone against a transformer that was about to explode. In need of constantly copious thorazine doses is the singer, who opts to wrestle the breakneck speed playing the drummer exudes instead of his own problems. This is fury and death nicely translated into music.
(Troubleman)